Thursday, September 29, 2011

i cycled along a country road. everything was strangely and beautifully quiet. a large monarch butterfly, flew next to me for a while. the road passed by shadowed and damp woods and fields dotted with white cows.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

i found myself in a place with people who were entirely disengaged from the immediacy of their experiencing as each was lost in conversation on a cell-phone. their facial expressions, waving arms, and empty presence were disarming to me. because other than avoiding physical contact, they couldn't know

Monday, September 26, 2011

i know that that is probably as obvious as anything this universe has or ever will concoct. but i figured i'd better get it out of the way.

so.

let's move on!

i'm an idealist. and i wish for people and things and experiences to be as beautiful and good and real and truthful and transformative as they possibly can be.

why?

because wishes are about what is outside the realm of the immediately possible.

they are about what could happen in some ideal state.

perhaps even what could happen in a necessary state.

for example, i wish to be removed from the necessity to pass judgement.

really i do!

i'd like to know ... i'd love to know ... what it's like to experience a situation and remain as objective as possible for as long as possible.

will that happen - i really don't know.

i'd sure like to know.

what i do know is that people suffer in the space that is described by the distance

between the actual and the wished for.

i also know that at times i'm one of those people.

but let's move on.

another wish that i have is to be able to express how i see this world and then also and maybe even more especially, the worlds that are embedded in this world. it's why i write this blog. i get intimations, little glimpses, that are so clearly describing one very small part of what i wish to see in its entirety that i share it with the same glee and delight that a boy would experience upon finding a coin

while digging on the beach in search of a chest of doubloons.

it's strange to put it that way i guess but i do see worlds overlapping, enfolded, unfurling like fractals, all connected of course but available depending on the circumstances of the person, place, history, need, purpose; oh yes, it's a convoluted and detailed picture i have in my head. and believe me when i say here that i am only just beginning to unpack it, so only time will tell where this ends up, or if it even has an endpoint.

i'm hoping also - let's call it a wish while i'm firing so many all over the place - that i can eventually know why i wish to see the world this way